May 2015
Maybe, just maybe
All of us are lonely people
Gathered on the sea shore
With a hope that other grain of sand
Could keep us sane enough
To continue living
And that the rushing ocean
Will neither perishes us
Nor opens up the craters
Inside our thick skin
All of us are lonely people
Gathered on the sea shore
With a hope that other grain of sand
Could keep us sane enough
To continue living
And that the rushing ocean
Will neither perishes us
Nor opens up the craters
Inside our thick skin
"I feel lost," he told me. I said, "You need two scoops of ice cream, a blanket, and me. Then you will figure out everything in your life that you need to know". "True.. So true.." he replied.
